Green Lit

Lyrics

Aw, shit
 This something y'all lit
 You niggas called it
 To yourself, saw the line and you crossed it
 I ain't gotta send it to you tripping all the tickets
 Negative lipping, you automatically start the mission
 Clique is stricken, 'cause you hissing
 Leave your shit in a bad condition
 So many N9cians, I can't list 'em
 When the funk coming up, they sniffin' (Chuh)
 My niggas was hibernatin' (Chuh)
 It's all love, but believe we got the sniper waitin' (Chuh)
 And they ain't rappin', no talking and never cyber-hatin' (Chuh)
 They specialize in that thing you can get from Mike or Jason
 I ain't gotta say a damn thing
 Once you say it, next thing you know the clan came
 You run your mouth and make 'em come expand brains
 Damn shame, and lame
 Got to drop and pop your top
 Like when they poppin' champagne
 Euh, and I got plenty means
 To get it done, but I ain't gotta drop any green
 The many kings that love me will give 'em semi-streams
 If he say anything (Anything?)
 Anything (Anything, chuh)
 So close they hold these spitters
 So many that I might not even know these hitters
 Havin' love from me, so if you try to slow these gritters
 When it pop, don't look at me
 I can't control these niggas (Uh-uh)
 T-T-G, yeah we trained to go
 Real niggas in they biz, so don't get exposed
 Police come around, they go, we don't know
 Get ya hit, get ya split, but we do the most
 Green lit a pussy, bumper car
 And my niggas always down to spin the block
 What that mean? Double back, hit his top
 Young custodian, might pull up with the mop
 A lot of wolfin' goin' on from these new names lately
 Don't ever have a career, huh, on 2K maybe
 Your car will get dented like Harvey, if you're two-faced, crazy
 My youngins'll mop you up for a blue face, baby, ugh
 I don't wanna get you green lit like I need him pressed
 That line like it's call waiting,
 But it's those texts you'll be receiving
 No one gon' start shit but I play defense
 Look at my shark fins, you're in the deep end
 When I left, I kept on calling Chilli like T-Boz, I be creepin', nigga
 Bitch please, don't get your whips swiss-cheesed
 Melted for the chips like trick, give me some dip please
 Don't get tricked off like Roy and Siegfried
 When the Sig squeeze, I'll make Ms on 16s
 Strange Gang, I'll bang-bang like it's Chief Keef
 Sprinkle wax blunt, call us sequoias, big trees
 I ain't riding around naked like a striptease
 I'll do a drive-by on a 10-speed for 10 Gs (Zoom)
 I be gassing on 'em with intense speed, what the lick read?
 They don't wanna see me balling
 They know I'm the king, like Lebron I switch teams
 How ironic that I got the iron in my pants and my pockets increase
 Shittin' on them niggas hella bad
 Take the L, I've been on a win streak
 I'm on your head, yeah, I'm so proactive
 And I don't wanna push your team back, so no more malice
 Trav said, "Take the high road," so I won't go at it
 But if you hating, do me a favor
 Do Momo challenge, chump
 They know it's
 T-T-G, yeah we trained to go
 Real niggas in they biz, so don't get exposed
 Police come around, they go, we don't know
 Get ya hit, get ya split, but we do the most
 Green lit a pussy, bumper car
 And my niggas always down to spin the block
 What that mean? Double back, hit his top
 Young custodian, might pull up with the mop
 You worry 'bout bitches, I'm handling business
 My niggas be with it, we comin' to get it
 You know how we be pullin' up, ought to be cool with us
 But they not cool enough, but they not bool enough
 Ain't tryna disrespect nobody,
 But my goons'll catch a body
 Shoot 'em just like paparazzi,
 Now you stumbling and flocking
 50 bands for a show what I want, like I'm Waka Flocka
 Pull up and go baka-baka
 OGs, they gon' pop ya, pop ya
 Niggas talkin', we gon' let 'em have it, yeah
 Listen, peon, shit could get tragic, yuh
 T-T-G, yeah we trained to go
 Real niggas in they biz, so don't get exposed
 Police come around, they go, we don't know
 Get ya hit, get ya split, but we do the most
 Green lit a pussy, bumper car
 And my niggas always down to spin the block
 What that mean? Double back, hit his top
 Young custodian, might pull up with the mop
 Strange Music 20 year anniversary!
 

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Song Details

Duration
03:15
Key
1
Tempo
99 BPM

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